Chapter 2 part 1

Zack's POV :

Joe - Oh, come on! Stop being such a crybaby. I told you it was a mistake, and I've already apologized to you and your mother.

Zack - Don't care, Joe. Just leave me and my mom alone! By the way, why did you offer us the spa day? Weren't you just bullying me not too long ago?

Joe - Is your generation always this sensitive? What bullying? It was just a bit of jest. "Jest" means...

Zack - I know what it means, Joe. Even if you spoke in a language from 1400 and is not how you use that word, I'd still understand you. So, why did you do it?

Joe - Come on, pal. You already know...

Zack - No, I don't!

Joe - Well, your mom is... hot. It is what it is. There's a certain privilege for beautiful people. I'm sure plenty of girls give you their homework or something else for free at your school, right?

Zack - Well, that's...

Joe - See? And actually, I was about to ask you to convince your mother to work here.

Zack - Wait... What?

Joe - Just think about it, kid! You'll both work together. She'll take over my position so there won't be any more "bullying" or whatever you said I was doing to you. She'll have better working hours, and probably a better salary too.

Zack - I don't quite understand... You have something else in mind, Joe. Why would you pay her to do your job?

Joe - I'm getting too old for this, kid. I just want to watch TV, eat a hotdog, while a pretty girl blows me all day long, with her crop top big, little waist and tiny titties in my face.

Zack - Okay, stop! I get it...

Joe - So, what do you say?

Zack - I'll think about it...

Joe - Don't take too long, kid. I might find someone else.

Zack - Sure, sure. Now, please leave me alone. I have work to do.

Joe - Speaking of that, you should place those over on the other side...

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his remark. The thought of having Mom work alongside me here, instead of that useless tool, actually appealed to me. However, I couldn't help but question if it was a wise decision, considering what happened the last time they were together.

As I completed my shift and made my way home, I was taken aback to find the house enveloped in darkness, with my mom's car still parked outside. I was certain she had a shift scheduled for tonight.

Zack - Mom? Are you home?

Isabella - I'm in bed, sweetheart. I'm not feeling too well. Could you please get me some water?

After fetching her a glass of water, I entered her room, where she lay in bed. She wore nothing but her panties and a loose white tank top, her cheeks flushed from the fever she had. Sweat dripped down her body as if she had just emerged from the shower. The droplets slid down her face, gliding over her neck and settling on her breasts. The loose white tank top barely covered her massive beautiful tits, and even those were faintly visible through her sweaty shirt. Her closed eyes and gentle breaths accentuated the allure of her big breasts. This was the most erotic scene I've ever seen, and it was my mom being sick. In her state, my thoughts began to wander...

Zack - Mom, what happened? Are you okay? You look extremely unwell.

Isabella - Can you please turn the fan on? The heat is becoming unbearable... I took off all my clothes hoping it would provide some relief, but I still feel the intense heat... I'm burning up, and my head is spinning.

Despite my genuine concern for my mom's health my dick seemed to have a mind of its own. I couldn't help but notice her sweaty body, her beautiful boobs in that semi-transparent shirt shifting from side to side. Her ass in just a thong coupled with her sensual breaths that resembled moans... it was a little bit to much, even for me... my dick was rock hard as I gazed at my nearly naked mom before me.

Zack - Have you taken any medication? Should I get something for you?

Isabella - No, it's fine. Just stay here in case I need you... I believe I'm simply overly exhausted. We were short-staffed yesterday, and I had to work overtime. It's catching up with me. I'm not as young as I used to be; I just need a little rest, and everything will be fine.

As I made my way out, I quickly rushed to my room and started jerking off my hard cock. My mind was consumed by thoughts of her wet body and her beautiful breasts, her nipples erect and visible through her white shirt, accompanied by her seductive moans. Unable to resist any longer, I explosively ejaculated, releasing ropes of cum that adorned my own body.

Zack - There's no way I should be masturbating to my mom's body... This means nothing. It's just been a while since I last had sex, and her beautiful huge mommy milkers... Maybe it's time for me to find a girlfriend again.

The next day, I awoke to the sound of her clumsily moving around downstairs. Why was she up and out of bed? I descended the stairs to find her preparing for work. Recognizing her unsteady state, I insisted she sit down as it was clear she couldn't stand for long.

Zack- Mom, what are you doing? Why are you awake? You should be resting.

Isabella - Baby, I need to get back to work. We can’t afford for me to be off for another day. Plus, my manager phoned, and they need me to go in.

Zack - Mom, you can't! Look at you—pale as a vampire! I won't let you leave today.

As much as I harbored doubts deep down, it felt imperative to keep her from going in this condition. It would be selfish not to inform her about Joe's offer.

Zack - Actually, I have an offer for you. Joe and I had a conversation yesterday, and he's considering offering you a job at the store—more than that, he wants you to take over his position.

Isabella - What? Why would he even propose something like that? I've never worked in a store before, let alone managed one... Sweetie, I don't...

I intervened, cutting her off mid-sentence. I anticipated her tendency to focus on the negatives before fully considering the idea. However, I needed her to recognize the potential benefits.

Zack - Sometimes, you have to think about yourself. Your current job is demanding, but what's the reward? Paltry pay, minimal days off, and even your insensitive manager calling when you're sick. At the store, you'll work fewer hours and earn significantly more. Plus, we'll be able to spend more time together.

Isabella - That does sound appealing... But, my love, are you certain this is truly the best decision for us?

Zack - I believe so.

Isabella - Alright, we'll give it a try. Thank you, baby!

She embraced me tightly, and the rest of the day was spent at home, whipping up pancakes and basking in each other's company. I also made a call to inform Joe of Mom's acceptance. He was positively elated upon receiving the news.

Isabella's POV :

I can't believe I actually went ahead and quit my job to join Joe's store. This is so out of character for me – I've never made such a rash decision before. I can't shake off the feeling that Zack might have overly glamorized this job. How in the world could Joe manage to pay me more than what I'm earning now? What's the catch? Could it be related to that offer Joe made about Zack's future? I've got reservations, and I really hope there isn't some hidden downside to all of this. Walking into the store, my nerves are all over the place, but then I see Zack with that beaming smile of his, and Joe greeting me at the entrance.

Joe - Hey there, Isabella. I'm really glad you decided to give my offer a shot. Got any questions on your mind?

Isabella - Well, thank you for reaching out to me. It kind of came at a point where I was seeking a change. Yeah, I've got a few questions. This isn't exactly my comfort zone, so I'm just hoping to get a clearer picture of what I'll be doing in this role.

Joe - Absolutely. Come on back to my, uh, I mean, your office, and we'll go over all the details.

Joe leads me towards the back office. The storage areas are surprisingly roomy, but there's definitely a lack of organization – a telltale sign of a place run by a guy. The office itself is pretty nice, complete with a functional workspace and even a sofa. I can't figure out why on earth there's a sofa here. Joe motions for me to take a seat.

As I settle down, a swirl of uncertainty engulfs me. Maybe, just maybe, Zack's enthusiasm and Joe's sincerity will help me push through these doubts.

Joe - Alright, let's get started. First and foremost, your responsibilities will include ensuring that our inventory is consistently stocked. Zack typically handles inventory and will let you know what items need replenishing. You'll also be in charge of creating the team schedule, making sure everyone's shifts align with their schedules. Resolving customer complaints and ensuring the tills are balanced at the end of shifts will also be part of your role. The cleaning crew will manage the tidiness. Does that all make sense?

Isabella - Honestly, it sounds like a refreshing change from what I've been doing recently. I'm genuinely looking forward to getting started.

Joe - Excellent. I'll give you a tour so you're familiar with the basics of where everything is. I'll be here with you for the first few weeks, or perhaps even months, depending on how quickly you get the hang of things.

As Joe guides me around, I mentally note the layout and various areas. He shows me to the locker room where a uniform is waiting for me to change into after the tour. Finally, we step into the warehouse.

Joe - Isabella, could you grab the Oreos? They should be on the floor, toward the back. Unfortunately, I can't bend down to reach them.

I walk over to the area he's pointing at but don't spot the Oreos.

Isabella - Are you certain they're here?

Joe - Look closer, Isabella. Let me guide you better.

As I searched for the elusive Oreos, he approached me and pressed himself against my ass, positioning my body towards the cookies.

Joe - Can you see them?

Isabella - Yeah... I found them... Can you...

Joe - Oh, yeah, sorry...

Although I knew he had good intentions, he shouldn't have leaned into me like that. I could feel his cock pressing against me through our pants. I have to admit, it reminded me of how big it was back then. NO! Isabella, why are you even thinking about Joe's cock!?

Joe - You'll get familiar with where everything is soon. Isabella? Are you okay?

Isabella - Hmm?! Yeah, sorry...

Joe - It's fine. It's your first day. Now, go change and I'll see you in the store shortly.

I head to the locker room and start changing into the provided uniform. The fabric is a bit scratchy – the blue pants are quite roomy, and the t-shirt is honestly not the most flattering, adorned with a mix of blue and red along with the store's name. Well, I suppose I'll adjust to it in time. Stepping out, I find Joe at the front of the store. He takes me through the process of tallying the tills and offers more insights into how everything operates. Across the floor, Zack is busy assisting customers.

He's really excelling at it, and a surge of pride fills me as I watch him in action. Our day wraps up together, and Zack and I walk back home side by side. The evening carries a warm ambiance, prompting us to pick up some pizza on the way and head to the park to enjoy it. It brings back memories of us doing this often when he was younger. Reflecting on the day, I can't help but think this job will be a positive change for the both of us.

Joe’s POV :

Hahaha! Fuck yeah, stupid kid! Thanks for bringing your mom to my store! Fuuuuck! A dream come true! I've been jerking off to your whore Latina mom since the day I saw her tits bouncing with every step she took.

My plan's going fucking great! I'll have her down on her knees in no time, with her pretty Latina lips wrapped around my massive cock. Let's check out what I caught on my hidden cameras. Look at that, pressing my cock against her big bouncing ass while she's on all fours. I swear, next time you'll be in that position, barking like a dog at my command, while your faggot of a son listens next door.

And here we have it, my tiny little whore Latina changing into her uniform. Shit! Her bra can barely contain those tits. Let me grab the lube and tissue from my desk. I'll pause the video so her ass is on full display. Picture this: this milf Latina's soft, huge ass slapping against my body while my dick is inside her, stretching her pussy and caressing her asshole. Her pussy juices all over my cock. That's what you're gonna be, a whore! Can you hear me!? All the men in the world can only dream of the things I'm gonna do to your slutty body! After not long, I came all over the desk.

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